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Greener Grass | ||
Why is grass a richer green In someone else's yard? How we crave the things unseen And work for them so hard. Why do distant lands appeal And bid us thence to go? Happiness there seems so real It makes our envy grow. Lord, help us appreciate The bliss we have right here. We have much to celebrate And not a thing to fear. | ||
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